“I have a friend who owns a little shop in Cobble Hill. I’ll ask her what she does,” Mia tells me. “We can start there.”
It took us only a few weeks to become a ‘we’. Or maybe it took us twenty-nine years.
I stare at her hands, picking one up and lacing my fingers through hers. I’ve known these hands like the back of mine, but I really like making new memories of them. Their slender elegance. Their strength.
I take her by said hand and pick her up off the floor. I drag her to my room.
She groans. “Elias. I have to finish cooking dinner.”
“I already ordered us Mexican. I got you your burrito.”
“I haven’t seen you touch your phone since you walked in,” she says with anoof, as I toss her onto my bed.
“I ordered on the way home. Because I knew a lesson was coming up.”
“What lesson?”
“The right way someone should go down on you… with a giant plug in your ass,” I answer, before burying my face in my favorite place.
Now, I manage to wake up every morning wrapped around Mia in her bed.
Well, not every morning.
Some mornings, I’m wrapped around her in my bed.
It’s fine, I tell myself. It’s too hard not to. Or too easy.
I’m hard every morning, anyway, so this is easy.
She rolls over to check her phone, and immediately my skin gets cold from the loss. I count the little moles dotted across her back and her sides.Seventeen. “Fuck,” she says, after a minute, rolling back into my arms.
“What’s up?” I say, unable to stop rubbing my nose in her hair or gripping onto her waist for dear life.
“My parents are coming to town for a week. Tonight. My dad had a bunch of last-minute meetings called in the city. My mom’s coming with him.”
I stop nuzzling.
“They want to have dinner with us tonight.”
“Who’s us?”
“Leo and I.”
“‘Kay…”
“And you,” she whispers.
I feel my blood pressure rise.
“Stop freaking out,” she says, semi-hysterically.
“It’s fine,” I half-shout, sitting up.
She sits up, too. “We’re not telling them about this, so it’ll be totally fine.”
“This isn’t anything. We’re not like lifelong sex friends, or anything,” I say, inexplicably gripping her hand.
“Nope,” she says, squeezing back.
